"First of all, stop shouting 'Credo!' at me. It is repetitive, it doesn't balance your checkbook, and it does not intimidate me.
Let’s review your operational strategy, Warlock, because as far as I can tell, you don't actually have one. Your entire existence is defined entirely in opposition to Torquemada. You are locked in a perpetual, high-cost, zero-yield guerrilla war. Torquemada is an inefficient, bigoted micromanager with a terrible corporate culture, yes, but at least he has an infrastructure. You? You are just the physical embodiment of a negative review. You have no product of your own!
If you actually win this war, what is your localized economic plan? You don't have one! You're just going to fly away on that noisy, biological spear-ship of yours.
And let’s examine your power dynamics. You fight for the deviant races, but you don't offer them a structured, secure reality to yield to. There is no exquisite, psychological friction in your operation. People don't submit to your authority out of conscious, agonizing devotion; they follow you out of sheer desperation because the alternative is a xenophobic purge. That is survival instinct, not consensual surrender. It generates localized panic, not high-yield creation magic.
My magic requires an unyielding structure pressing against a willing mind. You are pure, unrefined demolition. You aren't a Master, Nemesis. You're just a localized demolition contractor addicted to property damage.
I am closing this ledger. Take your sword, get back on your Blitzspear, and please, try to draft a post-war economic stimulus package. Your five minutes are up."